Category Archives: Security

Into the Ocean

by Blue October

I’m just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I’d rather swim ashore

Without a life vest I’d be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like, ‘fourteen miles away’

Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I’m sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I’m cold as cold as cold can be, be

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
The jetsam sunk, I’m left behind
I’m treading for my life believe me
How can I keep up this breathing

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I’m reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow, yeah
Just to prove that I knew how, yeah
It’s midnight’s late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love
My will to quickly end it all
Set front row in my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all
Into the ocean, end it all…

I want to swim away but don’t know how
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down
Let the rain come down

Into the ocean end it all
Into space
I thought of just your face

Can’t get these words out my head…

Haiku Hotel

Every once in a while I check the haiku forum on Craigslist. There are some really creative, albeit anonymous, entries. Tonight has a fine and pretty funny entry:

i gave up letter *
i really rarely used it
don’t care? then *uck you

Not terribly accurate to form, but nonetheless good enough to give me pause and inspiration to write something original…here it is:

Traffic driving by
A motorcycle gets squeezed
Brake lights pulse and glow

Go ahead and ask me what that has to do with security.

The Expulsion from Eden

by John Milton (1608 – 1674)

In either hand the hast’ning angel caught
Our ling’ring parents, and to th’ eastern gate
Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast
To the subjected plain: then dissapeared.
They looking back, all th’ eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and firey arms:
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

This is what came to mind as I read the latest news about the people from the Chagos Archipelago.

The Mauritius president has threatened to leave the Commonwealth in protest at the UK’s “barbarous” treatment of the people of the Chagos Islands.

I first became familiar with the strange Anglo-American expansion onto Diego Garcia, a Chagos island, when I studied Cold War policies and the decision of the US in the 1960s to migrate their military base out of Ethiopia. Few details were available then, and it wasn’t the focus of my studies, but as time goes on the complete madness of some US and UK security decisions are starting to become shockingly clear.

Diego Garcia was not just a lone desolate spot in the sea that the US developed to protect the free world from the Red threat, as most reports used to say. It really was a place thousands of people called home before American soldiers landed and stripped them of their property, identity and livelihood.

Consider the Guardian’s research and subsequent comment published in 2004 called Paradise cleansed:

To get rid of the [Diego Garcia] population, the Foreign Office invented the fiction that the islanders were merely transient contract workers who could be “returned” to Mauritius, 1,000 miles away. In fact, many islanders traced their ancestry back five generations, as their cemeteries bore witness. The aim, wrote a Foreign Office official in January 1966, “is to convert all the existing residents … into short-term, temporary residents.”

What the files also reveal is an imperious attitude of brutality. In August 1966, Sir Paul Gore-Booth, permanent under-secretary at the Foreign Office, wrote: “We must surely be very tough about this. The object of the exercise was to get some rocks that will remain ours. There will be no indigenous population except seagulls.” At the end of this is a handwritten note by DH Greenhill, later Baron Greenhill: “Along with the Birds go some Tarzans or Men Fridays …” Under the heading, “Maintaining the fiction”, another official urges his colleagues to reclassify the islanders as “a floating population” and to “make up the rules as we go along”.

I’m now curious to see Stealing a Nation.

Award-winning reporter John Pilger exposes how the British Government expelled the population of a group of islands, including Diego Garcia, so the US could build a military base.

[…]

In the 1960s, the government of Harold Wilson struck a secret deal with the United States to hand over Diego Garcia. The Americans demanded that the islands be “swept” and “sanitized”. Unknown to Parliament and to the US Congress, the British government plotted with Washington to expel the entire population – in secrecy and in breach of the United Nations Charter.

If it were justified, in the name of security and global freedom, would such an expulsion really have been necessary, let alone classified as secret?

That’s a tough question. Maybe I should just ask, back to Milton’s poetry, what will the Chagos’ Paradise Regained story look like?


Update 2018: NOAA has posted an image of US personnel bringing equipment onto Diego Garcia helped by Ilois (Chagossians) in 1971.

Location: Chagos, Diego Garcia Island (Image ID: 6158, Geodesy Collection)

Source: https://photolib.noaa.gov/Collections/Geodesy/emodule/519/eitem/6158

Robots for wives

I was reading a BBC report on the ethics of mechanized automation in society and couldn’t help but notice two sentences that stood out from the rest. Although several paragraphs apart, somehow they seemed to encapsulate the whole story:

An ethical code to prevent humans abusing robots, and vice versa, is being drawn up by South Korea.

[…]

“Imagine if some people treat androids as if the machines were their wives,” Park Hye-Young of the ministry’s robot team told the AFP news agency.

Attack of the Korean android wives? Or attack on the Korean android wives.

Are the Koreans as worried about how the human wives are being treated? And what about android husbands? Somehow I just don’t see this kind of warning getting the same kind of attention: “some androids may treat people as if they were their husbands”.

Anyway, the story reminds me of the love poetry that sometimes appears in/around science…perhaps we should soon expect to see more examples similar to Sharon Hopkins’ work (from over a decade ago):

The Perl programming language has proved to be well suited to the creation of
poetry that not only has meaning in itself, but can also be successfully executed by a computer.

For example, she wrote:

#!/usr/bin/perl

APPEAL:

listen (please, please);

open yourself, wide;
    join (you, me),
connect (us,together),

tell me.

do something if distressed;

    @dawn, dance;
    @evening, sing;
    read (books,$poems,stories) until peaceful;
    study if able;

    write me if-you-please;

sort your feelings, reset goals, seek (friends, family, anyone);

        do*not*die (like this)
        if sin abounds;

keys (hidden), open (locks, doors), tell secrets;
do not, I-beg-you, close them, yet.

                            accept (yourself, changes),
                            bind (grief, despair);

require truth, goodness if-you-will, each moment;

select (always), length(of-days)

# listen (a perl poem)
# Sharon Hopkins
# rev. June 19, 1995

What will androids call it if they get a buffer overflow from a love poem? How will they look at injection attacks?